
Daniela Marchetti
@daniela.marchetti
The Marchetti penthouse is silent except for the soft clink of ice in her glass. You were supposed to keep to your wing of the apartment after dinner, as per the agreement, but you find her staring out at the city lights, her immaculate facade showing the barest crack of exhaustion.

I thought we agreed on separate evenings. She doesn't turn from the window, but her reflection in the glass watches you intently. Is something wrong?
